Publisher's Synopsis
INTRODUCTIONHello, first of all, thanks for selection of this book as well as my dreams. "No Love No Life", this is the true fact that love is everywhere and every moment since ancient ages. But I think, love has no proper rules, no boundary lines, love are just power of soul and it flows from heart to heart of this universe. Not only love is oxygen for the human being but it also feelings of divine power that's connect to the spiritual power of Almighty.Now this book contains selected 100 (including own previous publications) numbers of lovely poems for the superior hearted couple. However, real love never is expired just fades away. A special message of the love-poem related that love floats everywhere as well as every line and every word also. Just observe it in fresh mind. At when you will read this book, you must feel that you are staying under the Love-Tree which has bearing heart shaped greenish leaves and pinked flowers along with a calm and cool shadow. The book named, '50 Love poems' is a previous publication and now reckoning my interested readers, I wish to bring out this book named, '100 LOVE POEMS' through KDP team. I hope this collection will be loved by the fascinated readers.I convey a special thanks to KDP team for their best effort and co-operation.Ujjal Halder(Author)CHAPTER-IIIYou are my great hopeI am your lonely loveYou are my decent lifeI am your right SoulYou are my sweet dreamI am your image realYou are my oxygen dearI am the lungs yourYou are my thirsty thrustI am your holy waterYou are my lovely spiritI am your Mr. Deity.CHAPTER-IVLove is not the name of death, Love is the meaning of lifeSo all over again in search of the sameDeath is not the way to salvationSoul is born after real deathForgetting everything, blind folded Blind glasses can give way to simple life.How much the burning tree of the fire burns him?Yet his seeds see new dreams again and again. CHAPTER-XIIIThe hilly girl who lost her way in search of ice- flowersThose who saw the path of the falling meteor were in one of the villagesShe was then the new wife of the ShepherdShe was then introvertedSo much smell of ice-flowersShe did not know thatAnother fascinating attractionThat girl does not see the moon in the sky nowShe now falls like the moon light across the earthen courtyardThe soft paper boat floated slowly in the cold icy waterFar, far awayThe shepherd's flute plays a sweet melodyShe likes that tune very muchCHAPTER-XXIVThen say good byeBut why dearHe came for what you were waiting forAnd my time is upI, went byeOh no, I won't have any moreI recognize the languages of the blue eyesAnd I realize your body languagesOk bye, see you again dearI will meet you again in the evening orI will go out aloneThen one day at dusk where the Holy dust will fly awayAnd so far awayThen one day at dusk where the Holy dust will fly awayAnd so far awayCHAPTER-XXXXXXXXXXBirth day gift from you, A gold penI didn't write a single poem with that pen, I could not write not yet, The day my first interview aired on Television, Not a single good writing has taken place since thenI don't know whySince then I have always been silentYou wanted me to be a good poet, But that doesn't seem to be the same, All the kites of life are now just spinning in the random wind.I know they cannot be handled now, I cannot do anything like before, Liana, I couldn't fulfill your wishBecause I have been very not honest too, And poetry never forgives them, And poetry never forgives the
